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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.