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 France and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.