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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
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.