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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
UT,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.