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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.