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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.