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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Index,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.