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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.