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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Slave,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.