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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Wings,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.