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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.