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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Index,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.