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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.