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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.