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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.