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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.