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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.