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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.