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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.