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 Tunisia 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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.