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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.