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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.