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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.