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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Magma,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Smog,
Aswad,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.