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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.