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 London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.