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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.