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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.