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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Organ,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.