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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.