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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Can,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.