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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.