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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.