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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.