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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.