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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.