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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Japan,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
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.