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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Smoke,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.