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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.