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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.