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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
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.