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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.