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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.