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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.