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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
June Days,
The Associates,
MDC,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Ronan,
Crime,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.