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 China and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.