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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.