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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.