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 Angola 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Ituana,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.