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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.