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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.