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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.