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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.