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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.