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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.