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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.