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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.