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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.