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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.