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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Brick to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.