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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.