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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Faust,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.