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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.