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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.