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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.