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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.