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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.