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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.