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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.