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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.