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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.