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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.