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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.