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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.