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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.