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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.