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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.