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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.