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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.