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 Samoa 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.