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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.