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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.