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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.