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 Andorra and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.