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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.