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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.