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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.