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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.