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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.