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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.