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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.