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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.