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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.