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 Barbados and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
X-102,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.