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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.