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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.