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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.