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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.