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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.