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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Monks,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.