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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.