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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.