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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.