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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.