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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.