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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.