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 Mali 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.