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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.