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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.