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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
cv313,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.