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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.