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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.