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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.