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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.