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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.