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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Television,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.