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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.