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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.