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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.