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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.