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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.