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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.