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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.