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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.