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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Ossler,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.