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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.