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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.