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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.