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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Swans,
Television,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.