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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.