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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Whodini,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
John Holt,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.