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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.