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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.