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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Wire,
the Association,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.