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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.