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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.