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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Crime,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.