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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.