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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.