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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.