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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Can,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.