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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.