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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.