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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.