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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.