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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The Index,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.