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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.