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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.