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 Belgium and from New York.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.