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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.