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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.