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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.