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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.