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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Residents,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.