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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.