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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.