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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.