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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.