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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.