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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.