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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.