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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.