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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 Tehran and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.