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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.