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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.