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 Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.