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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.