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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.