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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.