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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.