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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.