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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.