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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.