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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.