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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.