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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.