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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.