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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.