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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Magma,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.