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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.