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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Index,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.