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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.