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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.