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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.