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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.