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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Organ,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.