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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.