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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.