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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Can,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.