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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.