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 Libya 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.