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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Pole,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.