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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Residents,
Skriet,
AZ,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.