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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.