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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.