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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.