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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.