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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.