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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.