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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.