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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.