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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.