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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.