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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Wings,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.