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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.