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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.