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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.