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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.