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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.