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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.