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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.