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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
UT,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.