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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 ABBA 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.