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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.