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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.