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 Greece 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Nico,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.