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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.