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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.