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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.