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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.