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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.