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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Scion,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.