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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.