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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.