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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.