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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.