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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.