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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.