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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.