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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.