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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.