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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.