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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.