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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.