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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Skarface,
EPMD,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.