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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.