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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Excepter,
June Days,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.