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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.