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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.