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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
UT,
Monks,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Television,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.