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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.