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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.