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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.