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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.