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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.