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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.