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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Organ,
Japan,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.