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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.