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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.