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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.