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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.