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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.