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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.