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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.