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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.