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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.