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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.