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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.