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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.