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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.