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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Pole,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.