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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Television,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.