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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Index to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
UT,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.