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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.