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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.