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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.