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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.