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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.