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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.