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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.