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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.