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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.