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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Index,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Monks,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.