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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.