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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.