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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Hoover,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.