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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.