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 Austria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.