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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Gong,
Hoover,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.