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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.