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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Fear,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.