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 Congo and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.