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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.