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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.