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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.