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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.