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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.