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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
PIL,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.