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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.