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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Fear,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.