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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.