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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.