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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.