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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.