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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Human League,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.