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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.