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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Urselle,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.