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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.