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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.