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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.