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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.