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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Faust,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.