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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.