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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.