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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.