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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.