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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.