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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Q65,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.