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 Malawi and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.