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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.