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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.