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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Joe Smooth 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 Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.