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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Brick,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.