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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.