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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.