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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Unwound,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.