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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.