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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.