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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Khruangbin 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Slave,
the Normal,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.