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 Oman and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.