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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.