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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.