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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.