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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Organ,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.