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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.