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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.