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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.