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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.