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 Austria 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.