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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.