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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.