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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.