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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.