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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.