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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.