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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scientists to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.