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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.