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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.