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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
CMW,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Excepter,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.