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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Wake,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.