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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Suicide,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.