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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.