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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.