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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.