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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.