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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.