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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.