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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.