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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
UT,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.