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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.