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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.