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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.