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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.