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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.