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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.