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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.