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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.