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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.