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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.