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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.