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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.