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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Franke,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.