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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.