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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
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.