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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.