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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Wire,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.