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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Visage,
Television,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.