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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
New Order,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.