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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.