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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.