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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Crime,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.