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 Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.