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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.