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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.