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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.