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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.