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 Tanzania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.