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 Albania 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.