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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.