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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.