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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.