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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.