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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.