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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.