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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.