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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.