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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Silicon Teens 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.