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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.