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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pylon,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
CMW,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.