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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Los Fastidios 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Television,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.