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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.