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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.