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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.