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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.