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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.