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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.