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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.