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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.