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 Croatia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.