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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
X-101,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.