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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
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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.