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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.