Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.