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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.