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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
X-102,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.