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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Y Pants,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.