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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.