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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.