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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Wings,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.