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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Organ,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
X-102,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.