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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.