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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.