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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.