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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.