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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.