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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.