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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.