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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Television,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.