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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.