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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.