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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Urselle,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.