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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.