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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.