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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.