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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.