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 Yemen and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.