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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.