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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.