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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.