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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.