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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.