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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.