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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.