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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.