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 India and from Houston.
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 Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.