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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.