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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.