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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.