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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.