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 Azerbaijan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.