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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.