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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.