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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.