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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.