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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.