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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Can,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.