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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
DNA,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.