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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.