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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.