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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Fear,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.