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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Wire,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.