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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.