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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies 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?
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.