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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.