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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.