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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Television,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.