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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.