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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.