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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.