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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.