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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.