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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.