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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.