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 Australia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.