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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.