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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.