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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.