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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Little Man,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.