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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fatback Band 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.