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 India and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.