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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Television,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.