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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Nas,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.