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 Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.