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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.