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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.