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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.