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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
UT,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.