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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.