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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marine Girls 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.