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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.