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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Crime,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.