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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.