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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
MDC,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.