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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.