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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.