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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.