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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.