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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.