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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.