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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kayak 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.