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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
UT,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.