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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.