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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Move,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.