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 Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.