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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.