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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.