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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.