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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
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.