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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.