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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.