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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.