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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.