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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.