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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.