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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.