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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
CMW,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.