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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
a-ha,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.