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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.