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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.