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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.