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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.