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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Easy Going,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Index,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.